I feel so wholesome I could cry I got a chicken in my bandolier I've hung it up to see if it would fall out I've waited ages, but now I'm told These things take time Him work here all day Him got his tonsils sprayed Him got no time for utensils Or words to that effect I'm deliberately diverging Not the same but different you see I've hung up to dry, my legs hanging out Someone said to sew up the bottoms But I can't reach, and a fall would break my nose But still there's no harm in trying